Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from St Kitts & Nevis and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Jimmy McGriff to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Sun City Girls,
John Coltrane,
Marine Girls,
David McCallum,
Au Pairs,
John Cale,
Lungfish,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Peter and Kerry,
Rapeman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Public Enemy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Juan Atkins,
The Birthday Party,
Adolescents,
Scan 7,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scott Walker,
Hot Snakes,
Roxy Music,
LL Cool J,
The Invisible,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Surgeon,
Harmonia,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Glenn Branca,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fall,
The Monks,
Dennis Brown,
Anakelly,
Unrelated Segments,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Seeds,
David Bowie,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Bananas,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Angels of Light,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Heaven 17,
Main Source,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lyres,
The Index,
Rekid,
Wally Richardson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Audionom,
Pantaleimon,
Flash Fearless,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Offenders,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.